Crown Prince James
All of the Selected's history had been tracked in case of anything happening while they were here. Turns out we had missed one of them: Florence Kanon Caswell. She was one of the girls who I had to do a background check on, so I ended up having to go over it.
I sighed, and flickered my gaze back to the computer where the report was open. It had been written by some palace worker, and it was probably one of the trusted officers. When I say trusted, I mean the one who seems to be the least suspicious. My family had built up their power since Genevieve Devore had took over Illea, which made all of the royals suspicious of anyone, no matter who you were. We were the deceivers, and we weren't going to be fooled at our game, well, it more of Dad's game, but if we wrecked it up for him not only would we be left alone, but the country would be in complete and utter destruction. We didn't want that.
The report on Lady Florence seemed to blur in my mind, and I slowly took in the information. Where was Alexis? She normally came to my office around this time. It had started in my Selection when she bumped into me when I was on my way to my office, and then we just built a habit of working in here together. She normally did her work while I did mine, since it made it less boring when you were working with someone rather then alone.
Florence Kanon Caswell - Age 18, Four...
Was she hurt? Was she just running late?
Caswell owns a jeweller's shop, Kanon, and has been working there...
I don't need to know that. I glanced at her pictures at the corner, they were two. One of them was with her dark hair down, and she had a sophisticated look to her; however, in the other image she wore a childish smile on her face, and her hair was up in a ponytail. Her eyes, though, were guarded in both images. Maybe she was afraid of getting hurt, that's how Alexis was in my Selection. Matt had told me once how her eyes seemed to see through your soul, which made him uncomfortable.
"James," I looked over to door, and my dad walked over to me. "Haven't you read the report yet?"
Before I could respond her moved closer, and grabbed the mouse before scrolling through the report on Lady Florence. His eyes seemed to be concentrated, and when he finished skimming over the report he cursed and turned to me, "Why did we let her in?"
I looked at the computer, suspiciously, "Why what did she do?"
"Not her, exactly, she just has too much baggage," he responded.
Too much baggage, that's what he said about Alexis.
"Her dad is in jail for child abuse. She doesn't have his name anymore, but imagine if the other countries heard of it - we would be made fools of, besides she has a streak of purple in her hair, and that just gives of a bad impression," he spoke carelessly, his reputation was in his mind instead of this poor girl. I hadn't even noticed that she had a streak of purple in her hair, but who cares?
That's because you can't see it in the image; it says it.
She had obviously been through a lot if she had been abused, though.
I gritted my teeth, and glared at the computer screen. One of my hands were rolled into a fist, whereas the other I used to scroll through the pages of the document.
Caswell's mother is of a New Asian decent...
...Ryan Brown, Caswell's father, was put in jail when he was found beating his daughter by his ex-wife.
The words were no longer blearing together, but they seemed to be mocking me. How could someone do this to their child? And Dad; how could he talk about this like it didn't matter? He was being his regular self, and was only thinking of himself.
I bit my tongue, and resisted telling him what I really thought, "What are you doing here, anyway?"
He chuckled mockingly, "What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be with Alexis? You're supposed to be finding out the genders of your children."
Oh fuck.
Prince Matthew Chase Devore
I saw Alexis about to break down into tears about an hour ago, and she told me that James ended up missing their appointment to find out the genders of their future babies.
What an asshole, even I wouldn't do that.
"Pass me the whipped cream, Matt," Alexis was here with me, by the way. Turns out she had been craving ice-cream in her pregnancy, and she wanted to have some. I didn't want to leave her alone though, she seemed fragile at the moment, so I came with her to the kitchens.
"Matthew," she pressed, and after pulling a face at her request - I hate whipped cream - I complied to her request, passing her the can. I watched as the vile thing was shook, and squirted onto her plate, which was full with strawberry ice-cream.
"God, Alexis, how much ice-cream are you going to have?" I'm pretty sure her bowl was going to overflow with of the amount of sugary junk floating around inside of it.
She gave me a small glare, "Don't ever say that again, Matthew."
"I wouldn't dare," I responded, and gave her a cheeky wink, to which she rolled her eyes at.
"I can see you smiling, Lexi," I spoke, moving closer to the blonde. "I know you love me, I'm your best brother ever."
I gave her hug, and hugged me back. I could tell she needed a hug, her eyes weren't as bright before.
"Don't worry, Lexi," I whispered. "I won't tell your siblings that you prefer me over them. I don't blame you; who wouldn't love a prince."
"Shut up, Matthew," she replied, letting out a small giggle.
Don't worry, Alexis, that stupid brother of mine wont be asshole all his life.
A/N: James was thinking about Alexis throughout his work, but then forgot about their appointment. What an idiot. I'm glad to finally get this up, though, because I had a small case of writers block, and my mind blanked when I had the time to write. Hope you liked the chapter!
